Last '11 grapes picked this morning for Verniotte, in a dense mist which did not lift until we had finished. That's more normal vintage weather than the baking sun we've had lately.
Henry getting a lot of fraternal abuse; that 'Golden Son' piece in the new Catalogue. Wasn't me who wrote that. Bound to cause trouble.
Did a trailer load of his Cab Franc from the Hill of Doom (which is actually a pretty place with commanding views – except this morning). We were able to sort this fruit before lunch despite a few mechanical failures. Sometimes I wish we were back to the old wooden sorting table and arm muscle. Less to go wrong and you worked off more of the excessive food …
Which today was veg soup, superb tomato salad, and a 'Boeuf La Clariere' that had the whole table passionately embracing Bernadette and asking if she'd come to England and cook the same. No chance, she's never left the village since she came from St Emilion to get married to old Guy. Likes it here.
No tanks have actually finished fermenting so it’s hard to judge the wine. Looks all right though. Very dark.
Still have some Cab Sauv to pick for LaClariere. Not sure when that will be. Hopefully when it’s ripe. Which means the weather has to stay good.
So … a few days enforced idleness. I say that ironically. No end of stuff to write, to mend and prams to push around.
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